Qianqian grabbed Nangong Jing and looked up at him, with a pleading look in his black pupils, and said in a consultative tone: "I have to take care of this matter--"

Nangong Jing didn't wait for her to finish, then reprimanded sharply: "This king will say it again, don't care!" ”

He used the word "this king", and he got angry --

Qianqian: "......", pouting, and continued to discuss in a good voice, "Can you--"

Nangong Jing held Qianqian's hand tightly, and said in a firm tone: "Can't!" ”

Qianqian: "......",

Qianqian is very crazy every time he encounters him when he doesn't eat oil and salt, but he can't always ignore his own thoughts, ignore his own wishes, and don't even give him a chance to listen to his own explanation.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he also has a temper!

Seeing him like this, Qianqian simply didn't bother to say more, so he stubbornly wanted to break free from his hand,

Nangong Jing looked at her with calm eyes, her eyes were full of fierce light, and her hands tightened slightly, see if you have the ability to get out of this king's hands!

Knowing that he must not have a good face at this time, Qianqian simply lowered his head and didn't look at him, he couldn't break free, so he had to stretch out his other hand to help break his fingers one by one.

Nangong Jing's hand tightly grasped her wrist, seeing that she wanted to break it so much, her hand increased even more, and Strangle's Qianqian's wrist began to hurt a little, and she was even more aggrieved in her heart: This stinky man, is he going to crush her bones?

The more he is like this, the more unconvinced Qianqian becomes,

Qianqian also carried it with Nangong Jing, but she gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.

The people on the side didn't dare to make a sound, everyone could see that Nangong Jing was full of anger at this time, and Qianqian girl was also eager to get rid of Nangong Jing's "claws" at this time.

Time passed minute by minute in the stalemate between the two,

Qianqian worked hard for a long time, but there was no progress--

Qianqian finally felt that it was impossible to break it open, and she was angry, raised her eyes and glared at Nangong Jing, and saw that he was like a pair: Look at how you can do it!

Man is most afraid of being provoked,

Qianqian looked around, and finally, her eyes fell on the sword on Nangong Jing's waist,

Qianqian raised her eyes to look at Nangong Jing, and asked sharply, "Can you let it go?" ”

Nangong Jing just glanced at her lightly, and then moved his gaze away, not even bothering to say the word "no",

Nangong Jing's arrogant and rude appearance forced Qianqian's brain to twitch, and with a "boom", he reached out and pulled out the sword on Nangong Jing's waist.

Everyone: "......",

When Nangong Jing heard the sound, he was not afraid, his eyes were full of teasing, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a sneer, "You are not small, you dare to kill your husband?" ”

Look, look, what is the attitude of this guy?

At such a time, you still talk to her in such a tone?

Do you think she really doesn't dare?

Well, it's not that she doesn't dare, it's reluctant!

Qianqian could only admit it, and returned angrily: "The Seventh Prince is too elevated to me, the Seventh Prince has a temper, how can I have that guts!" Since the Seventh Prince likes my arm so much, I'll give it to you! ”

After Qianqian finished speaking, his heart swung his sword and slashed at his arm,

"Qianqian--" Xuanyuan Wanwan exclaimed in surprise and wanted to step forward and hold Qianqian's hand,

This girl's temper has come up, and she doesn't seem to be a master to mess with!

Xuanyuan Wanwan took a step slower, and there was a "hiss" in the crowd, and the blade was firmly grasped by Nangong Jing.

"Lord Wang--" Soul chasing and seeking life exclaimed in unison, and he wanted to step forward,

Nangong Jing scolded angrily: "Get out!" ”

Everyone: "......",